Entries By taylor
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secluded
In the book Paper Towns, Margo eventaully went to a secluded barn in New York. This was something I admired about her…her ability to leave, break free without looking back.
Posted By Taylor On 05.31.2013 @ 10:15 am
loom
I fear that sometimes a future looms over us that we are not prepared for. On an individual and societal scale. This feeling has something to do with our own mortality, yet civilization has grown and surpassed anything humans have experienced. We may not be ready to bear the brunt of our exponential legacy. Through increased technology use we have been further distanced from heritage and listening and learning. Our elderly no longer have the same roles as being guides and noble council into their elder years. To become dignified with age because you have the knowledge that your ethics and ideals are living on in your grandchildren. Ideals that reinforce maintaining the health of the living community around you and therefore your own health. A worldwide community of hunters and gatherers and subsistence farmers. If we could live without extensive car travel and micro technology and modern medicine and electrical grids…. if we could not have so much so that someone far away didnt have to experience some immeasurable pain so that we can live comfortable, convenient lives.
Posted By Taylor On 05.10.2013 @ 4:16 pm
beer
I like to think this is bear not beer cause bears are so cute and soft if it is the stuffed animal! But ey this is beer not a bear or stuffed bear though in cartoons dont bears drink beer? haha
Posted By taylor On 05.07.2013 @ 6:11 pm
she smelled like beer. she smelled like beer and day old bread from the bakery down the street – bittersweet and something about it made my mouth water. i was thirsty for a chance to taste her, even for just a second. her lips were pink like the tips of the daisies that grew out behind my house. she was the little bit if spring in my winter.
Posted By taylor On 05.07.2013 @ 11:17 am
anchor
fell throught the depths, victim of gravity, seeing depths no other terrestrial tool would go to so commonly
Posted By Taylor On 04.12.2013 @ 12:31 am
vines
As they stole upward, the whisps of sky and cloud grew closer. Onward–they slowly crept– up the building, winding around the empty spaces left for viewing. Peppered with thorns and dirt, they grew majestlically up the brick further and further to signify their ancient years storing knowledge inside their own natural cylinders.
Posted By Taylor On 04.05.2013 @ 11:00 am
bronze
the depth of his eyes shine bronze and green and dark and with love. They are everywhere, and have everything. They haunt me, and I crave them
Posted By Taylor On 03.29.2013 @ 8:00 am
wheat
I don’t know what I’m supposed to think about wheat. Should I eat more of it? Isn’t it found in bread. All I see are wheatfields..people running through them, ending in an embrace by their lover. Hopeless romantics. Foolish romantics. Wheat is unrealistic now that I think about it, it reminds me of love-lack there of. Wheat is stupid.
Posted By Taylor On 03.29.2013 @ 3:23 pm
bricks
Bricks so red and worn down. Faces seen in every crowd. Bricks so rough and wise. Every day is no surprise. I could not fathom any thick of how it feels to be a brick.
Posted By Taylor On 03.22.2013 @ 1:23 pm
beware
Beware. Beware the creepy noises of branches and the creeks of the house. Beware the silent whispers and sounds you hear at night. Beware the black shadow on the corner of your eye. Please Beware, because something is there.
Posted By Taylor On 03.20.2013 @ 5:28 pm
returned
to bring it back. to give back. take back to a store. give back to a person. re turn.
Posted By Taylor On 03.08.2013 @ 6:51 am
flames
Flames, fire, life. Without these detrimental things, humans would not live the way that they do today.
Posted By Taylor On 03.06.2013 @ 10:28 am
weakling
someone who is inferior muscularly,they cannot compete with a stronger member of their species or most other species. they cannot complete difficult tasks
Posted By Taylor On 03.03.2013 @ 11:27 am
instill
Instill in me a sense of desire to write with only word? You try. You can try all day. To motivate me to do more is a life-change; To motivate me to continue will change yours as well.
Posted By Taylor On 03.02.2013 @ 2:43 pm
grasped
I grasped onto the limb with all my might. I wanted to hold on tight, but my grip was failing. I could see my goal, but it was so far away. And with that final though, I let go. Let go to fall for as long as I had to fall. Floating away. Forever.
Posted By Taylor On 02.19.2013 @ 10:35 pm
I grasped the edge of the cliff, breathing hard as I envisioned the sharp rocks below me. I had little strength left, and it started to dissipate quickly as I tried pulling myself up. Panic began to well up inside me.
Posted By Taylor On 02.19.2013 @ 7:53 pm
flailing
Flailing. Moving erratically, arms circling forwards and backwards desperate for balance.
Posted By Taylor On 02.19.2013 @ 2:43 am
fatigue
Dave hated being sick. He hated that it made karkat worry and fret and make him work so fucking hard just to take care of his sorry ass. he wished me could make it better on the small troll, make it so he didnt have to bust his ass because the knight of time had a shit immune system. but here he was, sitting in bed with soup and a fever.
Posted By Taylor On 02.18.2013 @ 12:21 am
I can’t breath. I have nothing left inside me to push on but I cannot stop running. To stop is to accept death. Something which I cannot do. I can’t outrun you but I won’t be caught easily.
Posted By Taylor On 02.17.2013 @ 7:01 pm
I am weary. For no reason in particular. I slept nearly fourteen hours last night. But I suppose that’s what grief will do to you. It will suck away your energy like vacuum. Leave you to wither like a plant that hasn’t seen water in days.
Posted By Taylor On 02.17.2013 @ 7:00 pm
I’m not tired right now but i’m exhausted. I’m running around trying to do everything that will make me happy. Balance is life’s constant battle. Moderation is life’s hardest challenge but it won’t beat me. I’m going to over come this challenge. Just like I do with everything else.
Posted By Taylor On 02.16.2013 @ 12:46 pm
I am so fucking tired of all this shit. It drives me nut. I can’t even think properly because my eye lids are just falling over and over again and I can’t even concentrate on these beautiful things in front of me. You’ve got the colors and the noise that combine to create a beautiful world but my eyes are shutting on it all because I can’t deal with any of this party bullshit anymore.
Posted By Taylor On 02.16.2013 @ 12:34 pm
sanctity
Welp, don’t really know what this word means. Perhaps because I don’t have it in my life. Sanctity…is it like a place for your sanity? Because I’m not so sure I have one of those. Or is it more religious? Because I am definitely not very religious. This could start a crisis in my life…
Posted By Taylor On 02.15.2013 @ 8:47 am
swell
Swell. Single and swell. swell fully single. You can do it Tay. You were single all summer and you had a blast. He had a bad body anyways. And a double chin. You know you can so better. I will be okay. I will be just swell.
Posted By Taylor On 01.31.2013 @ 9:25 am
I was feeling swell as I walked down the street past the neighbor’s house. It was a wonderful, bright, and sunny day. I said hi to Mr. Watergood as he was planting his flowers.
Posted By Taylor On 01.30.2013 @ 4:52 pm
visitor
i remember when my grandmother would come in to pick me up early from school. she’d hafta get a visitors pass. all of the office ladies thought she was my mom because she was so young looking. YOu’d think they’d recognize her after so many countless visits.
Posted By Taylor On 01.29.2013 @ 2:06 am
responsibility
responsibility, what my mother thinks i don’t have. what i don’t want. what i’m living to earn, what i wish i didn’t have. every kids want to be trusted or be given the chance to be responsible, but when the time comes, they screw it up.
Posted By taylor On 01.24.2013 @ 9:30 pm
applied
I applied for a job and all I got was this crappy rejection. Seriously I tried hard. Okay maybe I didn’t try that hard. But I was the best choice. Only they will never know that now will they? They won’t know and I get to go on being awesome, at my other job. Emphasis on the horrible-ness of the word “other.” I hate it the other job.
Posted By Taylor On 01.20.2013 @ 7:43 pm
sound
The sound of your voice could put me to sleep. Its not even yours, but a mixture of every voice you’ve ever heard. Its like your ears.are receptors and your.voice spits out what.you’ve heard. The way you ramble about nothing at all puts weight on my eyelids. Makes me drift away.from.the world. I love it and I hate.it. the sound of your voice is like a jukebox stuck on only.one song, because.I swear I’ve heard everything you say once before.
Posted By taylor On 01.18.2013 @ 11:35 pm
